<strong>Chapter 439: Are they...somehow rted?</strong>


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    “Don’t you have something that you need to exin to me?” the president asked nonchntly.


    Exin?


    She felt she probably had to exin her slightly *liberated* working scheduletely.


    “Um—something happened in my housetely. I know I have skipped work a few times, I also left early quite frequently these days, but my wages have been reduced ordingly while I have never halted my work progress, not at all.”


    “So, do you mean that your work performance has been greattely despite all that?”


    “Sort of...” She could no longer tell President Jinxi’s meaning behind his inquiry.


    His eyes remained on the screen as he signed the contract. He passed her a nce and shoved the stack of contract on the desk to her, “Have a look for me on any final amendment. We are heading out tomorrow to get this signed at Rong City.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    “Bring a dress along.”


    “Are we staying overnight?” She asked out of concern for the big boy inside his mansion. She did not want to leave the city for the moment.


    “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything to you.”


    That was quite the gentleman of the president but, “That’s not what I meant—Well, umm—I’ll have a thorough check on this.” She quickly left with the contract in her embrace after that.


    It’s only one night—Huo Yunting should be fine.


    I mean—he looks like his usual self recently but he seems to have changed—a lot.


    He’s no longer that yful, mischievous boy I used to know...


    That night, Lu Zhaoyang messaged him despite knowing that the big boy would likely not reply.


    The second morning, she arrived by the office punctually and followed the president to Rong City in his car. The moment the car thumped upon running off the bridge, she could not help but reminiscence that one time where Huo Yunting jokingly suggested her a trip to Rong City.


    “Is there anything?” Said President Xiang. He caught her off guard, “Uh—uh— nothing, well, you know, the same old domestic issues I’ve been facingtely.”


    I’m confused—For some reason—as Huo Yunting grew more distanttely, he felt more like Xiang Jinxi. The vibes they sent off are so—simr...


    Are they—somehow rted?


    The president passed a nce at his secretary whose eyes lingered upon him. His lips ttened as he turned his head away, deciding to avoid eye-contact for the moment.


    They did not depart early enough as the sun was already setting when they reached Rong City. The business meeting was pretty smooth-sailing at least.


    It was the birthday of the client’s wife that night, for which they decided to hold a birthday dinner.


    No wonder the president asked me to bring a dress...


    Zhaoyang thought as she entered the venue with President Xiang. She nearly staggered as she stepped upon thece of her light purple long dress since she saw someone among the crowd.


    The alpha, whose destiny was to be worshipped.


    The devil.


    Huo Yunting? Why is he here?! And he’s drinking, smiling so bright.


    President Xiang’s face stiffened briefly the moment his secretary tripped over herself. But he recovered fairly quickly afterwards.


    As expected from an experienced head secretary, what a woman, capable of hiding her own emotions.


    He was impressed.


    Huo Yunting felt the urge of attending the dinner for some reason after receiving Zhaoyang’s message the night before.


    His instinct was not without reason as that woman was with another man.


    Is that her new boss? The man holding her.


    Wait—he looks familiar—but where—Where have I seen this man before?


    Oh wow, look at them, wrapping arms with each other, how sweet.


    Huo Yunting’s grip tightened, the wine was shaking in the ss.


    “What an honor to have you here, Mr. Huo.”


    “Yeah, yeah.”


    He had lost the mood to entertainpliments from people.


    Lu Zhaoyang fetched a ss of red wine from the waiter and took a sip, smiling sweetly upon initiating a conversation with the guests around.


    President Xiang whispered softly into her ears, “You know how to dance?”


    “Yeah?” She nodded. As a frequent function attendant, she must know how to dance.


    Wait what? Are we dancing??


    The exchange did not escape the eyes of the devil as his smile grew awkward and tense.